I have been told all of my life that I’m stubborn. My maternal grandmother, who we called Grannie, told me that I was as stubborn as a Missouri mule. As I’ve gotten older, the combativeness has declined, but the tendency to ignore the obvious has become worse.
Last month was a perfect example. I became very ill, but denied that it was serious and kept trying to get over it. I finally went to a 24 hour care center, when I should have gone to the emergency room. Which I did, the next day – thanks to a friend, as by that time I was in so much pain I couldn’t drive.
My Memorial Day started at 2 am with me having emergency surgery. Now, 22 years ago, I spent Labor Day in the hospital with another surgery, and I told my family if I have to do this again in 22 years, let’s call the whole thing off now. I had already gone three days with almost no water intake, and no food. For the next ten days, I was nothing by mouth to allow my intestines to heal from the surgery.
Have you ever been unable to have water? Not a sip, not a drink – just sucking on a sponge or an ice chip. I would dream of huge glasses of cold, icy water, and my being able to drink and drink until I rolled down the hospital halls like a beach ball with legs.
After I was discharged on the 8th, I was so weak that I couldn’t stay alone. So, I stayed in town for a couple of days, then my sister came for me and I went to her home in east Arkansas for several weeks until I mended.
On that Thursday, I knew something was wrong. But, stubborn mule that I am, I tried to say it was an ulcer from stress, and that it would get better. When it didn’t, I tried to diagnose my own illness – and I was very wrong, because I didn’t have kidney stones. If I’d waited another day, I may have been too bad to bring back, as I already had peritonitis from the rupture of my diverticula. But I would have never guessed it was that bad … and I paid for my guessing.
As the old saying goes, do as I say and not as I do – don’t let this happen to you. Go to the doctor!!